Private Finished Taking Home Ganymede

"You do?" Monday said, glancing down at Ganymede with surprise and clear interest. The social workers had not elaborated overly much on Ganymede's previous living conditions. Just informing him of the basics like that his one master had passed away and that Ganymede had bounced from owner to owner after him.

"What type of magic were you taught? Spells, runes, potions?" he asked Ganymede very curiously, his focus now on a topic he was much more comfortable with. They could see the rest of the house in a bit Monday surmised.

Smiling, sort of enigmatically, at the fact that Gany already knew some magic spells and at his apparent enthusiasm, Monday suddenly turned around, went back to the door they had just come through and gestured that Gany should follow him.

Monday then took Ganymede up another flight of stairs to the rooftop attic area where he unlocked a door that was magically sealed. Inside was a fairly spacious and well-lit room. It looked and smelled like a small apothecary with a rather large bookshelf full of old books to one side of the room along with a small fireplace, as all older style English homes had, and a comfortable looking couch and armchair.

The room was a place where Monday could read about magic, scry for things, make potions and basically play around with varying types of magic spells undisturbed.

Without saying anything, Monday gestured that Gany should enter and take a look around. "This is my magic room," he said very simply as he leaned against the door frame and let the NEK0 explore if he wanted to.

Monday watched Ganymede move around the room and explore everything from glass beakers to magical devices. It delighted Gabriel in a way to see someone else who was as interested in magic as he was.

"Of course," Monday said with a nod when Ganymede asked if he could take and finish reading a book on magical theory.

"The only condition I have is to put it back where it was before when you are finished," he told him. Monday was a little bit obsessive about everything having its proper place when it came to magic.

"Actually," Monday started as he then crossed the room to the bookcase, "This book might also interest you," he said as he pulled another book down off a high shelf and handed it to Ganymede. This one was written in German, and titled, "The Eleven Guiding Principles to Spellworking."

"It approaches spellcasting from a lesser traditional point of view," he explained. "It's more about training the caster properly to use spells, and less about learning the nature of the spells themselves."

Walking along the floor, his long blue tail trailing on the hardwood, Garry had jumped down from his perch in the shop and waddled down the hall towards where Monday had gone. Hearing his voice again, perked Garry up - he had been a bit despondent due to the weather and the fact that Monday hadn't had time that morning to do their morning ritual of Monday playfully shooing him away as he grabbed for his toast, or cereal, bananas.. or strawberries. Garry loved strawberries and just the thought of them made him natter excitedly to himself as he moved down the hallway in search of Monday.

Hearing his friend's voice again, made Garry stop, cock his head a little to listen, and then bounce up and down happily, letting out a high pitched and excited, "Monday, Monday, Monday..." as he hurried, as fast as his bird legs could take him, into the usually locked room.


Hearing a very familiar sound coming down the hall, of nails clicking on hardwood, which quite suddenly, but not unexpectedly for Monday, turned into a high pitched version of his name, and made him smile and chuckle.

Monday had almost forgotten about his bird, although it was not like Garry would ever let that happen. The bird was like a pint-sized labrador that followed him, and now Candle, around as often as possible and usually made sure they knew he was there too.

"Well, hello there, I was wondering when you'd appear..." he said, rather amused as he addressed the bird as it made its noisy appearance.

"Monday," squawked Garry, bobbing his head happily before he flew onto a table. And it was then that he spotted the cat-like boy. Very curious now to who the boy was - Garry liked people, more people meant more attention .. for him - and so Garry hopped to the end of the table to get a better look at Ganymede.

"Garry..." Monday warned, the bird was way too curious for his own good. Besides, he had no idea how Ganymede felt about birds, especially nosy attention seeking birds who breathed fire.

"Ganymede!" Garry replied happily to the NEK0s polite bow and introduction which tickled his blue feathers pink. and not to be outdone, he waddled closer to Gany and he held out a clawed foot to him, "Garry," he chirped proudly.

Watching the interaction, Monday had to smile. Garry was relentless in his pursuit of making others feel accepted, happy and just wanting them to be his friend.

"Ganymede, that scamp there," he gestured with a hand, "is Garry. He will probably follow you around incessantly for a while. Curious bugger that he is," he said as he eyed Garry affectionately.

"Garry is a blue hyacinth macaw that can breathe fire," here Garry blew a small puff of fire in the air to demonstrate, "he can also turn invisible." Monday said as he walked over to Garry and stroked his feathers.

"Oh, and he can understand you, and he does sort of talk, but mostly in broken English, or telepathically, I've been told," he said with a shrug, and then looked directly at Ganymede. "I am not telepathic, so I don't know. But others have told me he can," he chuckled as Garry bobbed up and down excitedly making a nattering noise as if saying yes.